Did Ah Fu retire today? [Comprehensive British and American]

Everyone shrouded in green gas fell into madness and chaos.

Adam recalled the unbearable past when he was a child, his adoptive father domestically abused his mother to death, and after losing his punching bag, he turned his attention to himself who was only five years old. He endured anger, abuse, and pain... also suffer humiliation.

He didn't understand why his mother would never wake up again, or why someone in the role of father would force him to put on a skirt, beat him hard, and then touch him softly.

When he was young, he didn't understand many things, but like a small animal's instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, he forced out a strong sub-personality and hid himself.

That memory has gradually faded over time, but it has become so clear at this moment, and scenes are presented in front of Adam.

He was forced to look back on the humiliation of the past, was forced to cry in despair, and was forced to breathe heavily, but he couldn't escape at all.

Dick collapsed next to Adam, in equally dire condition.

The scene of his parents' tragic death began to repeat in his brain, and all the details were deliberately enlarged, even more real and clear than what he remembered.

He was controlled to open his eyes wide and watched the scene.

His mother leaped towards his father, and his father caught her with a smile. The two of them entangled each other tightly, just like they did in countless rehearsals and performances in the past, swinging vigorously, and then...

Falling down hard like never before.

The ropes snapped, it was a deliberate show accident, it was murder.

In just 37 seconds, it was the whole process of his parents' death. This crashing 37 seconds played in Dick's mind over and over again, seemingly without end.

Dick's eye sockets gradually turned red, his veins bulged, and his pupils were filled with solid hatred. He cried until he had no more tears, and then stared at nothing in front of him with dry eyes, roaring silently.

Both Dick and Adam are immature teenagers, and they have encountered tragic and hopeless pasts in their lives. Their adaptability to poisonous fear gas is extremely low. If the poison in their bodies cannot be eliminated as soon as possible, they are likely to get lost in the spiritual world and become A real madman.

This is undoubtedly a race against time, but Batman, who is supposed to protect them at this time, is just as bad.

He was facing the attacker before, so when the other party sprayed poisonous gas, he was the most direct recipient.

He staggered back, tripped over a thick tree root protruding from the ground, and then leaned against the tree trunk and slid down to sit on the ground.

Certain fragments began to flash through his mind.

The bats that attacked him in groups, the opera house full of people, the dim streetlights in the dark alleys, and the gunshot that split light and hope.

Batman's heart rate began to increase, his breathing gradually became labored, and his body became difficult to control. He suppressed the severe pain, dizziness, and painful calls of his brain.

"Ah Fu." Batman's voice was forbearing and painful, calling for the only existence he could entrust to everything, "Ah Fu, save me."

There is still no response from the built-in headset of the helmet.

He clenched his fist tightly and slammed it to the ground, but in the eyes of the desperate and poisonous assailant, he was so soft and powerless.

The assailant was flustered at the beginning, and then approached Batman slowly and tentatively. In the end, he even laughed wildly, and said triumphantly: "The famous Batman, you actually fell into my hands?"

A companion who was not unconscious touched his wound and reminded him: "Jim, tell Mr. Maroney, we will dedicate Batman to him, and we will definitely get a lot of rewards."

"What do you know?" Jim said triumphantly, "The new Maroni is just a brat. If it wasn't for his high status and being the illegitimate son of the old owner, where would it be his turn? Batman is alive and will only It's a feat to be Maroni, and if Batman dies, at the hands of my Jim Ryan, I will become a well-known upstart in Gotham's underground world! Let alone a mere Maroni, Maybe I can stand on my own and become the new boss of the gangster!"

He picked up the kicked gun and walked towards Batman excitedly.

Batman's consciousness at this time has begun to spread.

He vaguely saw someone approaching him, put the muzzle of the gun against his fragile neck, and then said with a grin: "I will kill you, but before that, let me see who you are?"

He felt the helmet being lifted upwards forcefully. He knew that he must not let the opponent succeed, but his limbs were so weak that there was no strength.

He roared out, but in the ear of the other party, there was only a slight moan.

Just when Batman was in desperation, he suddenly saw a huge bat swooping towards him as if covering the sky, and then slammed Ryan into the air.

Ryan backed straightly, and barely stopped until he broke a tree trunk, but at that time he couldn't get up again, let alone continue to attack with poison gas.

Batman felt that he was hallucinating, otherwise why did he face a huge creature that might be a mutant bat, but heard Ah Fu's voice?

"Sir, I'm late."

"No, it's not too late, poison gas, help me test for drugs, I've been poisoned, scarecrow, upgraded version, bat, the bat cave has antibodies, help me, help me..."

It was already difficult for him to speak logical and clear sentences, but he knew that Ah Fu was here, and he was already safe.

His butler will take care of everything.

This is not the first time he has been poisoned. Blood tests, separation of catalyzers and receptors, and production of antibodies, they have done this kind of thing before, and this time it will definitely work.

Batman finally fell into a coma with peace of mind, but he didn't know that his butler didn't obey his orders this time.

Batman's situation is too bad. Many toxins have had antibodies, and the speed of poisonous erosion will slow down and the degree of damage will be reduced, but the current terrifying poisonous gas is completely opposite.

Bruce had received antibodies against the original version of the fear gas, and he was supposed to be partially resistant to the new toxin.

But in fact this is not the case. Ah Fu can feel the life force of Batman passing away rapidly, even faster than Dick and Adam.He was almost certain that if he repeated the previous detoxification steps, his master would definitely turn into a cold corpse during the detoxification process.

This is absolutely unbearable for Ah Fu, and he dare not bet on it.

The huge bat issued bursts of sound waves, calling thousands of companions. They lined up in various formations in a very organized manner, dragged Batman up, and placed it directly on Afubat's back.

The remaining bats were divided into three groups, dragging Dick, Adam, and Harris up one by one.They didn't leave the woods, but went deeper, and released several people behind the vegetation-covered hillside.

Ah Fu didn't know how to detoxify, but at least he knew how to expel the things that didn't belong to Batman from the master's body.

This process didn't take long, but it consumed almost all of Ah Fu's mana and energy.

The previously enlarged body quickly shrank back to its original size. He listened to Batman's gradual and steady breathing, closed his eyes tiredly, and fell down.

The little black bat slammed into Batman's face, and grunt rolled onto his chest, where he fell asleep on the hard breastplate.

Batman touched the side of his face in pain from being smashed, and finally woke up.

He opened his eyes, exerted a little force on his waist and abdomen, and sat up straight. Because of this movement, the little bat on his chest rolled again and landed on his thigh.

He lowered his head slowly and saw this little thing.

"Not a hallucination?" Batman frowned, and quickly denied himself, "No."

He didn't think he had really seen a giant bat. It was very likely that when he was in a state of confusion, his brain displayed abnormalities and magnified the normal bat dozens of times before the picture before coma appeared.

He looked around, swarms of bats were hovering far above his head, the three of Dick were lying nearby, but Ah Fu was nowhere to be seen.

He was sure he had heard Ah Fu's response. Could it be through the intercom system?

Batman tried to call his butler through the built-in headset of the helmet again, but still got no response.

In fact, he still doesn't know how he recovered. He can only speculate that the detoxification antibody injected last time helped the new type of fear gas.

He looked at the three wounded people around him. Police officer Harveys was in the lightest condition. He was not affected by the poisonous gas, but suffered a gunshot wound to the abdomen. His head was hit and he was unconscious. He will recover soon after being sent to the hospital. .

The serious problem is Dick and Adam. Their bodies have not suffered too much damage, but their spiritual world has almost collapsed. He must detoxify them as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous.

The Batmobile can only accommodate two people. Batman simply used the hook to fix the silver sports car stuck between the trees, put his legs against the tree trunk, and pulled it out forcefully.

He carried the three of Dick into the car, put the bat that appeared on him into the glove box, took the fear gas sample, called the police, and then drove the sports car all the way back to the bat Hole.

He has already called Dr. Leslie, and she will come to Wayne Manor soon to treat Constable Harveys.As for the problem of detoxification, they have already experienced it once, and I believe it will not be too difficult.

Batman speeded up and drove into the Batcave. He didn't stop, but continued driving until he reached the door of the combat preparation room.

"Ah Fu!" He jumped off the sports car, took off his helmet, and yelled as he walked in, "Why don't you respond to me?"

He walked towards the operating table, just in time to see his butler lying on the table, the headset was taken off and put aside, motionless, he seemed to be asleep.

Bruce breathed a sigh of relief.

No wonder there was no response, Ah Fu didn't wear a headset, no matter how long and how loudly he yelled, he would definitely not be able to hear him.

He stepped lightly, wanting the butler to rest for a while, but the situation was urgent, so he had no choice but to wake the butler up.

"Don't sleep yet, we are in trouble." He pushed Ah Fu, trying to wake him up.But he was soon disturbed by the stiff and cold body touch of his subordinates.

"Afu?" Bruce called again tentatively, but what responded to him was still boundless silence.

He held down the butler's chest in disbelief, there was no beating ups and downs at all, and stubbornly tested the other's breathing and pulse, and finally he could only come to the same conclusion in despair.

His housekeeper, his best friend, his only family member, the good Ah Fu whom he talked to before he left, lost his life inexplicably.

This is ridiculous!